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Lily has published her first book and owns the Willow Art Gallery in Willow NY

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This is Lily Warren's web page for her poetry. We will put some of her work here.

Lily's first book "ma tsam jen me," translates as "that which can not be described."
It is included at the end of her more recent poems. To go directly to her book CLICK HERE

Please click on a poem or scroll down:

Traumatized
To Love with Love's Intentions
All the Power in the World, but President Bush Couldn't Make Lily Like Him
President Bush Referred to this Illegal Prisoner as his Mistress
President Bush's Help Was Out of Reach
The Federal Bureau of Investigation
The Clintons are on Ned's Side
Robert S. Mueller/Head of the FBI/Bush Administration
In Response to FBI Discrimination
Security Problem
Bush Kripple You
An Equilibrium Lost
No More Terrorist Regimes
Jealousy Tortured Lily for Many Qualities American
We Have Faith in Consequentialism
Conversations with a Tyrant
We Have to Kill Her
The Democratic Rate of Return
The Prisoner Issues a Preview
No More Tyranny Under The Guise of Leadership
Personification of Fright
Check Image
If You Loved Your Spirit More, You'd Hate a Little Less
Why Is President Bush So Angry And Invidious?
"Boys' Trouble"
The Vexation of the Undriven
President Bush Gave Lily a False Sense of Security
"ma tsam jen me"

        

Traumatized

She called the FBI about a security problem. HELP.TERRORISM. She called the New York office. She called the Albany office. She spoke with Crime Victims. She went to the local police. She met with detectives. She hired private investigators from New York City. She hired private investigators from Albany. She went to local television stations. She contacted the State Police. She told friends, family, neighbors, counselors and doctors. She reached out to newspaper editors. She reached out to news reporters. She reached out to network news organizations. She reached out to celebrities. She reached out to the Senator from New York. What would you like to say to the CIA? HELP.TERRORISM. Lily Warren Copyright © 2008

All the Power in the World,
but President Bush Couldn't Make Lily Like Him

Lily isn't a Republican. Lily isn't from the South. Lily isn't a Born Again Christian. Lily isn't a death penalty fan. Lily isn't into unnecessary war. Lily isn't pro-torture. Lily isn't one to play God. Lily Warren Copyright © 2009

To Love with Love's Intentions

To let the public be privy to my mind's empire is to divulge that I love with love's intentions. Lily Warren Copyright © 2009

President Bush Referred to this Illegal
Prisoner as his Mistress

George said that he is not in love with Lily. George said that he is in love with Lily. George is loco. ∼∼∼∼ George said that he would never hurt Lily. George said that he has no excuse for torturing Lily. Lily has made it known that she doesn't like George's kind of love. Lily Warren Copyright © 2009

President Bush's Help Was Out of Reach

George Bush has claimed that he does some good, but many speculate that this is because he's forced to. When his handlers don't put their adviserly foot down, George is usually inclined to be torture bent. Instead of helping Lily, he hurts Lily. George feels as though he has done nothing wrong, because he uses the FBI to carry out his orders. In the wake of the Lily Warren scandal, President Bush will feel as though he's being tortured. He will be plagued by the notion of his family's integrity being out of reach. Lily Warren Copyright © 2009

The Federal Bureau of Investigation

Tortured The Agnostic with Jewish and Christian Blood They tortured her eyes, Were they Christian eyes or Jewish eyes? They tortuted her feet, Were they Christian feet or Jewish feet? They tortued her legs, Were they Christian legs or Jewish legs? By Lily Warren, Copyright © October, 2008

"The Clintons are on Ned's Side"

The Clintons want another scandal, Lily. The Clintons want you to get bitten by a dog, Lily. The Clintons want you to get gang raped again, Lily. The Clintons don't know why you're getting so much attention, Lily. The Clintons think that Ned should walk, Lily. The Clintons are mad that you're not attracted to them, Lily. The Clintons think it's fun to torment a renegade Manhattan Society Girl on the toilet; apparently, it's cool that you have no choice in the matter, Lily. The Clintons want to be cool, Lily. The Clintons resent the fact that they don't feel like sex symbols, Lily. The Clintons are glad that the government damaged your eyes, Lily. The Clintons understand that you may need special contacts for flash photography, Lily. The Clintons don't like the FBI referring to you as one of President Bush's speech coaches, Lily. The Clintons don't think that you could ever read, Lily. The Clintons enjoy violating your civil rights, Lily.  

By Lily Warren, Copyright © October, 2008



ROBERT S. MUELLER/HEAD OF THE FBI/
BUSH ADMINISTRATION

Robert S. Mueller thinks that Woodstockers are the ABC's of people-- merely simple, country folk-- so to speak. Perhaps--just sheep--in his Anti-Semitic War against an Agnostic Woodstocker with Christian and Jewish blood. They were rude to me, has been his excuse for torturing the Agnostic Woodstocker with Christian and Jewish blood. Suffice it to say, the head of the FBI has been rude to me. Under the guise of working on his Pet Project, he has fractured my feet, induced heart attacksnd given me brain damage. Through FBI exploitation, he has squandered the intelligence of nearly 1,000 agents in his Anti-Semitic-Torture-Campaign. Once his FBI closes the case, will Robert S. Mueller be proud to have referred to me as his Pet Project? Or, will he have to resign? By Lily Warren, Copyright © October, 2008

In Response to FBI Discrimination

Lily would be nice, if you could liposuction your ignorance. Lily would be nice, if you could surgically alter your lack of compassion. Lily would be nice, if you could pinch your abuse of power. By Lily Warren, Copyright © October, 2008


SECURITY PROBLEM

The Secret Service has to watch President Bush.

The Secret Service has to watch the Clintons.

The Secret Service has to watch me.

"What would you like to say to the Secret Service, Lily?"

If foreigners can hear me, then they can hear George, Bill and Hillary;

they have all spoken to me.

WE DON'T KNOW WHO'S LISTENING

I feel as though this is a security problem.

Please Help! Thank you. By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008

BUSH KRIPPLE YOU

President Bush likes the cripple. President Bush likes to cripple his legacy. By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008

An Equilibrium Lost

President Bush has been navigating the internal seas of his discontent, outside sensibility's trajectory. When bargaining with one's own boyhood instability proves frustrating, he counters his personal divestiture with mis-actions of cowardice. His devastation of judgement, as characterized by an indicted reputation, wrangles with whatever semblance of cerebral equilibrium many speculate he may have once possessed. With mangled mind and a spirit deranged, President Bush concedes only to the misbegotten and complex nature of the inferior. By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008

No More Terrorist Regimes

The United States will not be characterized by glorifying cowards. Our country does not want to be burdened by hate. If we lower the nation's moral status quo, we will degenerate. Never again shall our society be subjected to mob rule. We don't want to be a tortured America. By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2009

Jealousy Tortured Lily for Many Qualities American

If strength isn't an American virtue, then you don't know what it means to be an American. If courage isn't an American virtue, then you don't know what it means to be an American. If optimism isn't an American virtue, then you don't know what it means to be an American. By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2009

We Have Faith in Consequentialism

We are voters and taxpayers because -- we believe in law and public order -- we believe in the rights of the property owner -- and we believe that Lily Warren will have the right to have her case heard. By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2009

Conversations with a Tyrant

President Bush made it clear to Lily that he has the authority to take her out. If he were a true Christian, he'd be a little less glib. Perhaps, God has the authority to take him out. By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2009

"We Have to Kill Her"

In response to government death threats: Your legacy plots have already been designated for you. By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008

The Democratic Rate of Return

United States citizens expect to not be tortured by the government. We are entitled to the right to try to concentrate. We are entitled to the right to try to be productive. We are entitled to the right to try to live a peaceful life. Soon, George Bush's mis-managed democracy will be a daymare of yesteryear. I look forward to having a leader who does not pervert the authority of the Presidency. By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2009

The Prisoner Issues a Preview

I'll miss it here too, Bill. By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008

No More Tyranny Under The Guise of Leadership

We can not be a united nation if we let hate prevail. Ignorance is not welcome in our great land. Good sense and reason should be at the forefront of the American mind. By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2009

Personification of Fright

Vines on the carriage house betrayed their fear of planes overhead and spores falling near. Wicker chairs cower from ominous threats, while Afghan rugs have expressed no regrets.



By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2009


Part of the Check Image Has Been Obscured for Security Reasons
--Bank of America

I called the FBI about a security problem. I didn't call them to be the security problem. By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008

If You Loved Your Spirit More, You'd Hate A Little Less

President Bush declared an unnecessary war on Lily's body. President Bush declared an unnecessary war on Lily's mind. President Bush declared an unnecessary war on Lily's finances. President Bush declared an unnecessary war on Lily's spirit. By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008

Why Is President Bush So Angry And Invidious?

Why is George, Jr. so jealous of people like Lily? President Bush wasn't taught to value people of substance. He handles personal limitations, such as his infamous lack of understanding, with glib gestures of unacceptable ignorance. He avoids self improvement, thereby refusing to address his blinding vindictiveness, only to turn his envious energy into covetous rage. By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2009

"Boys' Trouble"

The boys in the band broke Lily's heart and abandoned her. They won their boys' game. The head of the FBI broke Lily's heart and abandoned her. He won his boys' game. President Bush broke Lily's heart and abandoned her. What did he win? By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2009

The Vexation of the Undriven

The hunger of the meek of thought is easily satiated by the words of the corrupt. The ill-rewarded existence of such vituperous beings breeds only confusion and contention. By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2009

President Bush Gave Lily a False Sense of Security

President Bush told Lily he liked her. President Bush doesn't think Lily's a show-off. President Bush thinks Lily is his daughter. President Bush thinks Lily's adopted. President Bush calls Lily his little panda. President Bush cried when Lily's private detective told him that she had been gang-raped. President Bush promised to spoil Lily rotten. President Bush likes fashion. President Bush said Lily had better not be afraid of money. President Bush said Lily had better get used to traveling. President Bush told Lily to take her ex-boyfriend's shirt off. President Bush really gets Lily. President Bush told Lily that she didn't have a choice about his head of the FBI sodomizing her. President Bush thinks that Lily thinks that he's ridiculous. President Bush thinks that making fun of Lily is addictive. President Bush doesn't care about Lily's spiritual mumbo-jumbo. President Bush thinks that Lily thinks that she's better than people. President Bush doesn't like that he thinks that she's high and mighty. President Bush told the Clintons that he feels comfortable with Lily. President Bush is jealous when Lily goes to Country Western bars. President Bush told the Clintons that he would break their legs if they told Lily too much about their orgy. President Bush is sorry about liking white supremacist thugs. President Bush doesn't like that his Secretary of Defense is on Lily's side against them. President Bush knows that anti-semitism is wrong; but, he thinks it's funny. President Bush promised that he would never do anything to hurt Lily. President Bush yells at Lily. President Bush likes to threaten Lily with Pit Bulls. President Bush loves to torture Lily in medical facilities. President Bush enjoys crippling Lily's vision. President Bush enjoys crippling Lily's mind. President Bush enjoys crippling Lily's heart. President Bush enjoys crippling Lily's hearing. President Bush enjoys crippling Lily's feet. President Bush doesn't want to sit through the ballet ever again. President Bush looks forward to seeing Lily in a wheel chair. PRESIDENT BUSH NEVER THOUGHT THAT LILY WOULD HAVE A VOICE.       By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008

Lily's first book is titled "ma tsam jen me,"

which translates as "that which can not be described."

See instructions at the bottom of this page for purchasing a copy of this book.
It is also available at Dharmaware at 54 Tinker Street, Woodstock, NY 12498
It includes the following 20 short poems: (Please click on a poem or scroll down.)

The Runaway and the Japanese Piano Bar
We Po, but We Creative
Here's to the Death of the Relationship
Stagnancy is Death
Bookmark Some Space
If Only I Wote These Things Down
Art Gallery at Night
Deteriorating Dendrites
Line Aid
The Director of the Little Alien Movie
Interdependent Condition
Movie-Star-Wife-Beater
The Black Market
News at the Top of the Hour
Julie's School of Dance
Trip to the Bronx Zoo
Belinda Doesn't Have to Worry About Monetary Means Anymore
Time of Death? "12:20 AM, New Year's Day"
Michael Jackson was Better than Lionel Richie
The Jealous Ones

        


The Runaway and the Japanese Piano Bar

At fifteen I placed tong-clutched ice cubes into Mr. Toyota's glass.
Scotch and water allowed Japanese business men 
to speed on America's highways
without hangover's lag.
Mr Toyota thought that I looked too young
to be a hostess
at club Asuka.
But I was adept at changing subjects
and encouraged him to channel 
Elvis or Bing Crosby
for a rendition of White Christmas.
In broken English,
Sally said, "You no sing 'New York State of Mind,'
it is too difficult for me to play on piano."
I wondered what her real name was;
was Sally a translation?
Soon, I was requested by Mr. Toyota regularly.
I was a good height for him,
knew when it was time to summon Chu to remove the ashtray
and learned to sing songs in japanese.
We'd duet,
then aspire to the dance floor
as he dipped and discussed
his disdain
for raising teenagers
in the disrespectful adolescence of America.
I had hoped his children 
wouldn't turn out like me, 
or worse--
pouring drinks for white business men
who'd be far less respectful.

By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


We Po, but We Creative

He liked my hands
--Little grasps.


By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


Here's to the Death of the Relationship

He reached for the lighter
-she kicked it-
he fell.
He sat on 43rd street
-she kicked him-
he laughed.
He tugged on her pants
-she hit him-
he gasped.
Said it would be the last.

By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


Stagnancy is Death

I left the squares
the concrete streets 
where I stored 
thoughts incomplete.
I left the job
the mortage, too
I left him
he left me too.
I wake up to the sounds
that are strangely round
forware moving
renewing
I turn around
Let's move around
just move around
anywhere you want to go.


  By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


Bookmark Some Space

Take out a grant
of time for you.
Give yourself that space
-set it aside-
a time for you.
Bookmark some space
-have it ready-
just in case.
The readiness is all *
so, keep it 
in your wallet-
-that side project-
could be your 
get on stage card.
We're defined by
how we chose
to divide our time.
(So, take out a grant of time for yourself.)

* Shakespeare
By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


If Only I Wrote These Things Down

The moon rattles
like a fragment
of angry candy *
-says girl with
the Wrigley Eyes-
spearment in color.
When she's hard up
she pawns her intelligence
in exchange for drinks
-mint julep being her favorite.
Continually committing
social nuisances
-girl with the Wrigley Eyes
interrupts the tender of the bar
exclaiming, "Flowers pick themselves."
We watch her recite
her off-the-cuff drama
-agreeing that life's not a paragraph-
and death
I think
is no parenthesis. *

* E. E. Cummings
By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


Art Gallery at Night

Chalk-covered floor boards 
gaze up at 
point shoe photo
in print rack
(wondering when it will sell)
"When you'r actually around,"
screamed bimbo bellini colored corset
from pink and grey canvas.
Center beam is tired of being tortured
with worm-wood nails...
"In and out, and up and down and over an inch,"
(Center beam wishes a book store would move in.)
Spotlights agree...
Dour-faced gallery sitter frowns
at owner's relentless Raga Rock music.
Easels cringe in accordance.
Sommelier oil crayons shriek
at the dusty and depressed 
Visa/Mastercard machine...
"Tell heir curator that this should be an art studio
-and an art studio only."
The dust on the machine
is indifferent...


By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


Deteriorating Dendrites

Destitute college grads
Degrees strewn about
Barely employable
Not bankable
Denounced

Minds like loose leaf notebooks
with unravelled sleeves
Those with deteriorating dendrites
don't have to be 
on society's time
They do what they please

Magenta wonders why 
she's still serving
coffee at Starbucks.


  By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


Live Aid

-the aging rock star
who spends his
semi-retirement
hitting on his waitstaff
hoping to do some tunes
reminiscent of his early stuff

he only disappoints

-blinded by his
kept fans
you know
those that miss
the good'ol days
or those he hires.


By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


The Director of the Little Alien Movie

Did it hurt when they fucked you?
-said famous film director
to homeless attack victim

Ignoring him 
homeless attack victim
walked along Albany Avenue
hoping to use her food stamp card
at corner deli

-Egg and cheese on a roll
with hot sauce
and a cup of coffee
brought homeless attack victim
our of her state of shock

-Carbs, protein and caffine
took homeless attack victim 
into a new emotional room

After a moment of introspection
little fammous film director
begs, "let me pay you off."
Desperate to butter me up, he says
"You're smarter than my wife."

Homeless attack victim
reunites with friends from Tibet
who say, "He's in a lot of trouble for that."


  By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


Interdependent Condition

"Blank equals pie squared,"
said twenty-two year old actress
(or, attrice)
whom finally attained
said GED

"Harder than high school in some ways, no?"
"yes."

Fatigued from her trip,
attrice snickered something
about being tired-

"you know, filming in France
and all..."

Attrice flipped through
some shots of herself
in Teen Beat
Her semi-balding, somewhat toothless,
plastic-chested porn star pal said,
"D's in high school equal the D-List
in Hollywood. Right, babe?"

Attrice goes, "Right, bitch."
(They high-five)

Attrice picks up all the tabs
(she does this for status)
he feels bad
about passing her infamous
STD problem around the Hills

Porn star knows about Attrice's
seedy past
-a cracked out mother
who had a different lover every night
-a father who claimed amnesia for
insurance claims
-and Attrice's many sordid
Tales of Hoe...

...She lost her virginity
atop of the hood of
a car
-age twelve-
in Harlem.

They seem to have an understanding...

Pornstar cleans Attrice's abode
for her indepependence,
while Attrice screws for it

Can you say, "casting couch, boys and girls?"


  By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


Movie-Star-Wife-Beater

My mother said he was so ugly and disgusting that
she wanted to throw up.
She called him, "Egglehoff"
since he had all those moles on his face.

DiSorento threatened to kill me.
I laughed,
"Why, that's a felony in these parts.
A threat to kill, that is."

DiSorento did more than just threaten
his real-life brides...

Wife #1 will be coming forward, soon.

DiSorento's associates have been paid
to not discuss the beatings.
But the wives's stomachs haven't settled.

In the meanwhile,
our Oscar-award winning cabby
has been calling his latest boyfriend,
"The Hole."
(And just a hole, he reassures me.)
Too much information.


  By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


The Black Market

In a tub of red ice
his West Virginian optimism froze-
arrested by the sight of scalpel scars
and an aching lower back
that once housed his kidneys.

Barely able to reach the phone-
911 asked him if he had health insurance.


  By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


News at the Top of the Hour

Icy Roads.
Train wrecks.
The end of an important union...
Gone from the White House...
"Blah, blah, blah," say the pretty news readers
-sorting, sighing and really looking sad.

It's time for a commercial break.

We're back.
Suddenly we're happy.
Now it's time for Mr. Food!
One million people died
in a earthquake in India-
but we'll check on that story
later in the hour.
Now it's time to make low-fat fondue...


  By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


Julie's School of Dance

We should've taken my arm off.
Age eleven didn't allow me
to make tdoomany decisions.
Didn't you know it would spread quickly!
Who cares about ballet?
Maybe I wanted to go to junior high.

At least I had a popular wake
And a business erected in my name.


By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


Trip to the Bronx Zoo

The plan is to ditch stupid Muno and the rest of these geeks-
head to the Skyrail and smoke a J;
then we can meet up with them in the House of Reptiles,
That's what they oughta name our school, man.

Plug in your earphones... "All the time, jack/jackin around."
Hey, wanna see Robert Plant next Tuesday?
I'll give him a tall cool one.

I gave Dan a blowjob last night.
right after we left you guys at scummy
Eat Here Now.
That diner sucks. They could eat me now.

It wasn't that bad; he seemed to like it.
He seemed more worried about his PSATs.
Like everyone in his family went to Brown.

Did you hear about Alex and Nick?
I think they humped, I don't know.
We got into a fight. She says I talk too much.
I can't help it if she's a slut.

Miss Jay's a dyke, you know.
She's such a fuckin sterotype-
with her afro power and her Tie Kwan Doe carp.
When are they going to hire some real gym teachers?

Look there they are - stupid geeks in a row.
Probably don't even know we're missing.


By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


Belinda Doesn't Have to Worry About Monetary Means Anymore

Half of all publishable art 
is ego, ego,ego.
But, at least 
it's ego for ego
and not for money.


By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


Time of Death? "12:20 AM, New Year's Day"

I've had periodical crushes on her.
I think her big ass is kinda sexy.
But don;t let Penelope know.
Yeah. She's turned into a wack.
Always pissed off at me spending the night at Slow Moes.
If she knew I was speedballin, she'd have a cow.
But, see...I got a tolerence for heroin.

I don't have to weigh it. We're cool.
I trust you will disperse my weed with the utmost of chivalry.
I just don't want you near my phone at 4 in the AM.
Those 900# chicks cost me 10 bottles of vodka.

An I don't just mean the dime store variety.
Listen chief, I'll catch ya later.
Yeah, I'll be at the Subway Bar in a few.


By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


Michael Jackson was Better than Lionel Richie

Tyrone wasn't going to be coming back to class.
Miss Maltash didn't want to get into it.
Olyinka said that he had a tumor in his brain.
I felt as bad for her as I did for him
Because I knew they liked each other.

Desiree had to leave the room 
'cause she was crying so much.
I feel weird 'cause the last time I talked to him
we had a fight about what record to play
for the PS116 Lower School party.


  By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008


The Jealous Ones

-totally ignore them.
We are fine art and we are poetry.
We are everything beautiful in this world.

The jealous ones
-totally ignore them.
We are boundless and we are timeless
We are everything beautiful in this world.

The jealousones
-totally ignore them
We are commercial free and we are non-toxic
We are everything beautiful in this world.

The jealous ones
-totally ignore them
We are fine art and we are poetry
We are everything beautiful in this world.


By Lily Warren, Copyright © 2008



If you like my poetry send me a message saying so. And if you really like it and want to buy my book,
Send me a check through the mail for 10 dollars, plus five dollars for shipping and handling (total $15).
Be sure to include your name and address. Allow three weeks for the check to clear and the mail.

Lily's Mailing Address:

Lily Warren
P.O. Box 5 
Willow, NY 12495

Chess Players are always welcomed to come and play at our home in Willow! Call 679-2989

Lily is also a member of The Artist's Way which meets Sunday Mornings at 10 AM at 97 Broadway, Kingston, NY.
Mondays, 7-10 PM, come and participate on Poetry Night, at the Colony Arts Center, 22 Rock City Road, Woodstock, NY.

Willow Art Gallery - Text - Copyright © 2007, 2008 by Lily Nell Warren
Web Layout - Copyright © 2007, 2008 by Donald J. Warren

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